“Your highness!”

The Furies flew into the throne chamber from the corridor after they dropped the plates with meat on them. They surrounded Roger, snarling their sharp fangs like angry cats.

They were ready to pounce on him, but Acrisius stomped his hoof for their attention. "Stand down! He’s mine!"

The Furies glanced at him and stepped back from the human.

After they cleared from the main floor and stood behind Acrisius' throne, Acrisius pulled out a long kopis blade, shaped like a giant machete. A blade that big could slice a tree in half from one swing.

Roger placed his helmet on and pointed his bident at Acrisius. "Why do you want to rule the Underworld? You are upsetting the balance!"

Acrisius stood before Roger. "I will give you a simple answer. Power! My bastard grandson took my kingdom away from me! I tried to reclaim my kingdom, but I was sent to the Underworld instead." He shook his fist in the air. "I am a king! A king cannot exist without a kingdom! As long as I exist, I will rule something for eternity! Because I am stuck here, the Underworld will be my kingdom! And nobody will stop me!"

Roger glared. "So you don't care about endangering both worlds that could lead to your own destruction?"

Acrisius frowned. "It will be better than rotting in the Tartarus forever."

"Then I will stop you at all costs!"

"So be it!" Acrisius raised his sword and charged.

Roger blocked Acrisius' strike and swung his bident, but met another block by Acrisius. They clashed and clashed until Roger rolled away toward a column.

As he stood behind the pillar, he tapped his helmet, turning invisible. That should give him the advantage against Acrisius if he doesn't get touched.

He dashed toward the other column before Acrisius checked his spot.

The demon gazed around, sniffing the air. "Your invisibility can't fool me. I can smell your scent!"

When Acrisius charged in Roger’s direction, Roger tapped the pitchfork on the floor, sending a shock wave toward the demon. Although his body appeared, his attack tripped Acrisius to the floor.

While his foul was down, Roger charged to strike Acrisius down for good. But Acrisius swung his blade, knocking Roger off his feet.

Roger’s back hit the floor, but at least he didn't lose his feet.

Acrisius rose, picked up his blade, and marched toward the fallen human. "I was born to rule, and I shall keep ruling till the end of time!"

Roger gripped the bident. "Then go back to the Tartarus and rule there!"

He lifted his upper body and tossed Hades’s weapon.

The pitchfork struck Acrisius' chest, making him scream. He scrambled backward while he struggled to pull the bident out from his flesh.

Quick on his feet, Roger raced toward the demon-like man and slapped the bident's pole.

Acrisius' entire body vibrated until-

Pop!

Acrisius’s entire body exploded. Flesh, blood, and organ rained across the throne chamber's floor. Acrisius' head and his other limbs landed within the bloody carnage.

Even though his body turned into a smashed meat pie, his last words slid from his lips. "Damn….."

Roger dropped to his knees and sighed. He wiped the blood off the helmet to see clearly. Acrisius is dead….. Again.